And now it is time that these rambling notes should draw to a close. There are many things that I might still speak of. But, after all, long ago _is_ long ago, and these glimpses of our happy childhood must necessarily be fragmentary and brief. I trust they may have given pleasure to some children. I wish all childhood might be as bright, as happy, as free from care or sorrow, as was ours. THE END. FOOTNOTES: [1] I find it to be stone clover. [2] In the book entitled “Queen Hildegarde.” End of Project Gutenberg's When I was your age, by Laura E. Richards